She’s Not As Pretty As You,” I

What Can She Possibly Teach You, Twenty Seven Names For Tears?

She Was A Beautiful Woman Dragging A Crippled Foot And I Was That Foot. I Was Bricks Sewn Into The Hem Of Her Clothes, I Was A Steel Dress

My Loneliness Tasted Like Pennies.

What Happened To A Dream Without A Dreamer?

Reading Love Junkie Is Like Watching A Sleepwalker Taking A Stroll On A Freeway. All You Can Do Is Pray. Gorgeously Written, Piercingly Honest.